Orogoldenpair1 WITH another chapter of 'The Future: Stories and lives, but very random'. Tanoshimu! (Enjoy) (I know that Oishi said that he wanted to go to medical school or some crap like that, but let's forget that for a little bit.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis nor any Bleach characters that are mentioned.

Recently on~ 'T'he Future':

This man had gone with her and helped her thus far in the chase. They were separated awhile back, and she thought she'd never see him again. She, thinking this was in vain, had previously yelled his name, looking for some kind of ally. He promised he would come, and he did. He squatted next to her and sat down. "Sup." He said simply, looking around. "Wha- Do you even KNOW how much I worried about you? How I thought we were both goners? Ugh. Where were you anyways?" She said, hitting him on his shoulder. "Owch! Geez, I was kinda getting chased too. I figured you were here, since I heard that they were pulling back by some bystanders. Anyways, I missed ya." He said, wiping sweat off of his forehead. "I missed you too, Shishindo." She said, locking her arms and elbows around her scratched and cut legs. Leona had finally woken up, gasping for air. "Che, that's another night of dreaming about being chased. I am such a mess..." She said, sighing. Her eyes darted across the room to her digital clock. "6 am already." She whispered. She glanced at the phone, as if she had the urge to pick it up, but instead let her eyes simmer back down to a close with more sleeping ahead.

The girl sat up like a waking zombie, a blank expression on her face that was contrary to how she looked after she had that horrible dream. She knew what she had to do. Another day, another day. School, training, eating, sleeping, it was a cycle. She arose from her sitting position, with eyes closed, darting from one foot to the other as she made her way out of her room and across the hall to the bathroom, trying to be unnoticed. She tied her hair up, showered and brushed, all with her eyes closed. It was a test for herself- she was training to become a spy. With spy-work came dangerous obstacles- which in no way compared to trying to cross a hallway with your eyes closed, trying not to bump into things. But it was called training anyhow. She was done with her bathroom involved matters and stepped out of the steaming room with a towel, then closed the door behind her, walking into the hallway. She sharply turned around to face her dad who was idly reading the newspaper in his robe, as if he'd been there all along. "Good try, honey. Good try, but it wasn't successful. Your Grandma Olivia could even hear those footsteps. Try harder." He said, his eyes trained to the paper, avoiding the crackling of a bare smile by saying no more. She sighed and started responding, saying, "Yes, father. And I know what you're going to say next too. 'Trying isn't doing.'" She imitated in a low 'Patrick Star'-y voice. "Thaaaat's right. Now hop on." He said, rolling his eyes for a brief moment and gesturing her to pass by him. She gladly did so, and got dressed as quickly as possible to still meet Shishindo on the public transportation bus. You see, Leona's dad and mom were not new to this whole spy thing- they supported it in fact. Her dad is a retired C.I.A. Agent, and her mom worked in the Navy for 10 good years. The only thing they didn't know a whole lot about and only heard a whiff of was her late criminal records, going about and doing gangly things. Leona swiftly swung her school's shirt over her head, then put on a chestnut brown short skirt with a matching belt around her waist. She warily looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes landing on whatever she didn't find to be just right. She decided to slip on her baby blue and white striped puffy sweater, which helped to contain all of her, uh, extra 'baggage' as she liked to call it, something that most girls wish they had more of. She twisted her Konoha head protector around her head, (She's a big fan of Naruto), grabbed her book bag, and headed down the stairs for breakfast. Of course, being the only child of the house, she was alone at her kitchen table, slowly eating her cereal, waffle and eggs. She heard a soft bang and instantly darted her eyes to the source of the sound.

"Leona, it's me." He briefly said, expecting her to open the door that separated her from him, as the door was not to far away from her seating. With a quick nod, she opened the door for her tall, graceful friend. "Ohayo..." They greeted at the same time. Choutarou walked right past her and sat down where she previously was eating. As soon as he saw the spoon, he started finishing up her plate. "Hey! I was eating that." She complained, her face becoming, quite bluntly, scornful. He only spited her by profusely licking the spoon. With that, she bonked him on the head. "Gomenasai, Leo-chan. I was hungry." He tried to explain. The two were close, always having sleep overs (they lived close by), also having grown up with each other for five years now. So, with this, he wasn't keen to paying attention to all the germs he could possibly get by licking her spoon. "If you had said something to me first, then I would've given you your own bowl." She answered, pinching his cheek. "So, Leo-chan, will you come to tennis practice with me?" He asked, as he did on an every-other-day basis. She shrugged. "I have nothing better to do. Let's go." She said, hastily forcing him to gulp down his water and throw the dish in the sink. She wanted to yell goodbye to her parents, but she figured, because of their good nature, they'd be watching her exit from their top window in their bedroom. They finally left the red painted indoors, and she looked up to see exactly what she had thought; her parent's staring down at her with smiles on their faces. With a light smile, she allowed Choutarou to firmly grasp her hand and pull her along to the bus stop, where she was meeting with Shishindo. "Oi, Choutarou, I wanted to ask about your whereabouts last night. I-" Shishindo's deep voice halted, in seeing that his hand was laced with someone else's. He was about to ask who it was when he glanced down at the figure. "Oh, only you, Leona." He said, now making Leona feel ignored (she actually sweat dropped) as they continued on with their conversation, which ended up with Shishindo slapping Choutarou on his head with his blue cap that he always wore. Boys... Leona sighed in her mind. They ran up the steps to the bus when it came, flashed their special student ID's, and sat all together in one row.

"What's this party you guys keep talking about?" She asked, now drawn into their talk so much that she had to ask. Shishindo glanced at her. "Oh, this stupid ball thrown by Atobe and his family's company yesterday. Crazy things happened that night, I tell you." He said, sounding like he was going to go on and on as if he was an old man. Surprisingly, he didn't. She nodded with understanding as she slumped back into her seat, one hand on the strap of her book bag and the other one still in Choutarou's. Once she noticed this, she poked his arm. She leaned in and saw that he was asleep. She smiled, knowing that it was probably because of that 'crazy party'. She tried to imitate his behavior and closed her eyes.

Meanwhile, Shishindo was idly looking out the window, waiting for the bus to finally pull up to their college. He saw the familiar sights and easily got bored. With a sigh, he turned to his two best friends and quickly noticed they were both snoring with their mouths open. He smiled, but soon halted when he glanced down at their hands that were together. He hesitantly moved his own hand towards her free one but shook off the feeling.

"Gekokujou..." Shishindo's teammate Hiyoshi mumbled, finally glancing at his opponent on the other side of the field. Mori College's tennis courts were as loud as ever, which was practically their normal. Tons of girls cheering, second years groaning of the laps that Oshitari put them through, yeah, everything was definitely in the norm. Shishindo and Choutarou left her at the gates of the court, seeing that she could sit down at a bench which wasn't too far away. As usual, they both played their hardest against their doubles opponent. "Shishindo-san!" "Wakkata!" Shishindo replied as he covered Choutarou's open side with a few dashes across the court. He did a one hand backflip and landed, returning his latest move called "Haze". He named it that solely because of the fact that when he returned a ball when doing the backflip, the ball would increase it's speed and rotate so fast that it looked like a blurry haze against the naked eye. The only thing that could possibly stop it was Fuji Syusuke's Fourth Counter, which makes a ball completely halt rotation and be served back in his own liking. "Ohhh, Sugoi, Shishindo-kun!" Leona hollered, referring to his hit and the fact that the opponents didn't even react to it; they were stunned. Shishindo smirked and high-fived his partner. "Shishindo-Ootori pair, 6 games to 2!" The Ref called out, finalizing their win. Meanwhile, Oshitari was somewhere meditating.

"Oshitari!" A voice called out. He winced, fearing it to be a fan girl. He soon recognized the voice and the fact that there was no 'kun' behind his name. He glanced to his right, wearily. "What do you want, Jirou?" He asked, trying to meditate again. "Ne, ne, let's go see Lee-lee-chan!" He said, already pulling his arm up. "Agh, I was doing something..." Oshitari complained to himself, knowing that Jirou would not let up on his grip. "Oh, Jirou! Yuushi!" Leona greeted, surprised to see that they weren't in court A anymore. "Hi-hi! Ne, I was wondering something... Could you play a game of tennis with~ m-zzzz..." He already had dozed off, his head laying on the floor by her feet. She rolled her eyes at his antics. "I think he was going to ask you for a match. Mind if I take his place?" Oshitari asked, his face turning a red color. "Sure! I just have to find a racket..." "Here." He immediately gave her one, that one being Jirou's. She thanked him and they made their way back to Court A. For a long time Oshitari was unable to serve, his hands shook, his knees wobbled. I can't let her get to me like this, He thought, giving himself pep talk. He nodded to himself and threw the ball in the air. He served it perfectly. "Ohh, not too bad this time." She said, as if she was at a whole other level of tennis than he was. Well, she was right. The only reason that she wasn't on a tennis team was because she had her spy training occupying her time. With a loud grunt she returned the ball, the ball seeming to waver. "A and F... Amplitude and Frequency... He said, naming her move. The ball was fast and wavered up and down to trick an opponents eyes if they should aim up or down until the last movement. Oshitari wanted to play the young girl for a while now- he was shaking with excitement. Ever since the last day of his 5th grade... the first time he met her, they had played a game at her request because she wanted to try challenging the best of the best at their school, which was Oshitari. It was spectacular. The teachers dropped their jaws when the final score was called out- "Leona Hazakushi, 6 games to zero!" Back in the current game, Oshitari decided to randomly aim and, as he suspected, missed the ball. "Ne, Yuushi! Are you sure that I'm not too strong for you?" She taunted, doing exactly what she wanted to do by her words; have him shiver. Wait, Yuushi doesn't just shiver to anyone. Only those whose forces are to be reckoned with. "Oi, oi! Get your behind off the courts, Leona! This is for boys only."A voice said, making both of the players look to the side of the stands. It was Atobe. She straitened up instantly. "Yes, Sir." She said sarcastically, bowing to Oshitari before robotically walking off the court.

"Ehh? Wh-where am I?" Her voice stuttered to herself as she found herself covered in her own blankets. She glanced to the poster covered walls and immediately remembered that she was in her own house. She inhaled and exhaled deeply in relief. She instantly felt a wave of nausea pass over her and he laid her head back down, her hand clutching her stomach. As she struggled with her memory, she sighed at her approaching headache. After she felt only a bit better, she tried swinging her legs over the side of her bed. She slowly arose and stomped her way to the nearby bathroom. With the clicking of a light, she braced herself and looked up to her reflection. Tomoka squinted in disbelief. "What the-"

TIME SKIP TO LATER~

(Here they have evening classes)

Yaho! I'm going to show those second-years who's boss, Nya! Eiji thought to himself as he skipped to the courts of Seishun Gakuen College. He rounded the changing rooms and smiled when he heard the familiar sound of tennis balls being hit across nets. He came to a slow walk when he saw Inui ahead, sitting at a bench with his book in his hand again. "What are you doing, Inui?" He asked him, trying to squint at whatever part he could manage to see of the inside of the green book. When Inui noticed this, he immediately snapped the book closed shut. "Nothing much. Just watching Echizen practice." He simply answered. "Oh..." Eiji responded. "Well, sayonara, Inui!" He said, now jumping off the seat and restarting his jog to court A. That Eiji has gotten faster at taking peeks inside my book... I have to watch out for him... Inui thought, subconsciously hugging his beloved green book. Meanwhile, Fuji was taking a sip at the water fountain. All of a sudden, cold water splashed down his back. He looked up to a smirk. "What's up, Syusuke-kun?" The girl said, still smirking. "Ayana-san..." He mumbled. His number one troublemaker at Seigaku College. From year one this girl pestered him, made fun of him, embarrassed him, all kinds of things. But Fuji thought it was fun to have a Rival. "Nothing much. I'm lucky that this is only my tennis outfit..." He said, the cold water starting to feel uncomfortable. "Oh, I messed up your uniform too. Now you're going to have to wear what I have for you, Syusuke." She said, her evil intentions written all over her face. He smirked back. "Only if you can catch me." He said, staring to dash to the changing room. Unknown to her, he kept a second uniform for emergencies, and he planned on never letting her know where he stashed it. She took the bait and ran after him. "You can't run from me forever!" She called out. Fuji sadistically smiled to himself. All of a sudden, as if on cue, Ayana stopped. That one guy she admired... playing a game... She knew that she wouldn't be able to pass him and catch up to Fuji. Fuji had won this round. She watched him play with his doubles partner and win again. Of course. Of course, the Golden Pair always wins. She thought to herself. "Ayana-san? What are you doing out here? I thought you had soccer." His mature and strait forward voice spoke out. She stared. He's talking to me? She confirmed it so. "Yes, but it got cancelled." She replied. Surprisingly, her voice didn't shake. He smiled and then walked over to the second years they had played with to give them some tips.

He was excellent. A top student, and he was so intelligent that he impressed everyone with his knowledge. He was good at tennis and soccer, Ayana's two favorite sports. She just loved his haircut, no matter what anyone said about him looking like Katsuo. And he was caring, something she wished a lot of people could learn."Ayana-chan! How are you today!" Eiji yelled enthusiastically. "Fine. But definitely better than last week..." She sighed, familiar to his occasional glomping. "So, how are your studies? Fine too?" He asked. She smiled and nodded. Eiji really didn't know her evil side and whatever bad she had ever done before, being friends that keep secrets, and she was glad he didn't have to find out any time soon. "Eiji, get off Ayana-san's back already." Oishi called out, sweat dropping at his old antics that never really got too old. She straitened herself. "Konnichiwa, Oishi-kun." She said, bowing slightly. "Konnichiwa, Ayana-san. Since we're all done with practice, is there anything you wanted to do?" He asked. "Whatever you want to do is fine... I'm bored anyhow, and I've been walking around for awhile." She responded. "Ok. How about we go out to eat?" He proposed. She smiled. "Yes, that would be most appreciated." She answered. She couldn't stop smiling. Literally, her cheek muscles wouldn't just quit it. Meanwhile, Inui and Fuji were chuckling to themselves in the bushes. Have they turned to part time stalkers just to get good blackmail? Yes. Just then, Momo came around (finally, I mean where has he been...) the corner and saw the three. "Sempai!" He called out to them, waving. They waved back. He ran to them and then jogged in place. "I was just taking a jog when I heard something about eating! Where and when, guys?" He said eagerly. Eiji wasn't the only one who still carried his antics. "Might as well have Momo come along too... come on!" Eiji yelled, leading the pack to the changing room. Ayana stayed outside and waited for them to return to their original clothes. Her eyebrows furrowed. I wonder what happened with Fuji? She thought to herself. Suddenly, the door to the changing room burst open and they were all ready to go. Oishi, Eiji, and Momo all had bikes of their own which left her without a ride. She grabbed her backpack real fast.

The group decided to have her ride behind Momo, since he was the best biker of the four. They started going out the gate and riding down the sidewalk, which had some cracks that made Ayana jump up and down at the back of the bike. She grabbed onto Momo-chan's shoulders tightly and rested her head on his back. Bike rides always made her dizzy. It once even made her hallucinate. Unknown to her, Momoshiro looked at her for a quick moment, one eyebrow raised.

Back at their house, everything was quiet. Karin had to go to work, and so did Shinji. They were both accountants. "Shinji, are you out yet? Come pick me up as soon as possible." She said, leaving his a voicemail. She shut the phone and looked out to the setting sun. She shook her head. Now wasn't the time to think of her brother. She, clad in a blue striped suit and black heels, made her way to the Kawamura Sushi shop that just happened to be near the office. She always came in there to think and eat, something that was easy for her to do. "Kurosaki-san! What'll you have today?" Kawamura's father said, addressing Karin by her old last name. "The usual, really." She replied, sighing slightly. When she sat down at a table, her phone vibrated. She lifted it up from her pocket and immediately saw the phone number. "Ichigo... No, now's not the time." She said quietly to herself. She flipped the phone up and ended the call. She decided to put down her head on the clean wooden table. When the food came, she was almost in shock. She had almost forgotten why she was there. "Here you go, Karin-san." The young boy said. He laid the dish in front of her, smiling happily because it was his own creation that happened to be her favorite at the shop. "Arigato, Takashi-kun. Do you have time to sit down?" She asked him politely. The brown haired boy furrowed his eyebrows. "Yeah, I do. I was on break, but decided to make just this one dish for you." He said, smiling again. He criss-cross-applesauce'd on the boarded floor. "What happened yesterday? You weren't at the uh, celebration." She mentioned. "Oh, I couldn't make it because we had a full house here. But so I won't feel left out, can you tell me everything that happened?" He asked, a gleam in his eyes. Karin chuckled at his interest and told him everything that happened from her point of view and everything that Fuji had told her on the phone that night. "Really? Wow, I wish I could've been there to see that. Anyhow, how's everything going with your new job?" He asked. "Very good, except that my boss can be such an-" She stopped suddenly, because someone just shoved sushi in her mouth, saving her from saying a very not-nice word.

"Ah ah ah, that kind of talk is looked down upon." A voice said, being the culprit. "Chew slowly, I wouldn't want you to choke." The same voice said. "Shiraishi... what a nice surprise." Karin said sarcastically, after swallowing the rice and fish of course. The unsuspected Shiraishi grinned and sat down next to the pair. "What are you doing back from Osaka?" She asked. "Ah, you see, I and my team have come for team practices with another school from this Tokyo area. I usually visit this shop when I come 'round these parts." He explained. Kawamura quickly stood and bowed. "I already know what you want, sir." He said, rushing behind the bar to the back again. I looked at Shiraishi with question. He noticed this and shrugged as if he didn't know what Kawamura was talking about. "Ok fine, I'm like, their best tourist customer here. They know me pretty well, and all the stuff I like. Anyways, Kawamura is actually a good friend of mine." He explained once again. "Really? I would've never guessed with him calling you 'sir'..." She idly responded. "So, how's life treating you, darling?" He asked. "As usual... except that me and Shinji have been acting more... friendlier towards one another." She replied, reaching for her ice water cup. "Shinji again? I thought you two would've been split up by now... Darn, now my beautiful dream of just your Otou-san and his Musume is over..." Shiraishi dreamily said. (Otou-san = dad and Musume = daughter) "In your dreams. I'm not your child, Shiraishi..." She defiantly said, frowning to a certain degree where it wasn't even frowning anymore. "Yes, you are my only daughter, my Rin-chan!" She looked at him with killing intent, and he didn't care. Ok, just to tell you simply, this is like an Ouran type thing going on in this scene. Y'all Ouran fans ought to know this part. "Shiraishi-san, here you go!" Kawamura's voice said, breaking the death glare she was giving to the oblivious Shiraishi. "Ahh, Ecstasy! Nicely done, Kawamura-kun!" He praised, soon digging in. Karin just looked at him with a sweat drop forming at the back of her head. This is the guy that's supposed to the the 'Bible'? He's an idiot! She almost said out loud.

The day was now done, and everyone had gone to their own respective homes. Since Tomoka was currently enrolled in Seishun Gakuen College, she was marked as tardy for all of her classes because she did not appear at school for the whole day. Oishi, being the mother of Seigaku, had stopped by to visit. The thought of something bad happening under his care was both a horror and shock to the person that cared about those things most, which was Oishi. He strode from the front seat of his car to her doorway and knocked. He stood patiently, even though there was no response. He tried knocking again. The door hinge creaked as a figure slowly opened the door. Oishi was taken aback; she looked like she was in a tornado of sicknesses all at the same time. "Oh, it's you, Oishi-sempai. Thank you for coming over, but I'd advise that you not come inside..." She said, her nose stuffed with tissues. "Why?" He asked. It just made him even more curious. She shrugged and stood so that he could look inside. He gladly did and was yet again taken aback; spills covered the floor and also blankets and pillows with a bit of food on the side. "See why you shouldn't come-" She was cut short. Oishi did not hear a word and immediately stepped in and started to find cleaning supplies. He was that kind of person, you know? He stripped off his Seigaku jacket and laid it on the kitchen table. Tomoka sighed and knew that when he was like this, you couldn't get him out until everything was clean and spotless. He stood in front of the huge mess with a critical eye. He firstly pushed all the garbage to the floor from the couch and made room for at least one person to sit. When he gestured, she figured that he wanted her to sit down. She smiled and wrapped the blanket that covered her a little more tighter.

"Nandayo! I told you guys that I did my job for today! I even saw Leona at their practice." A familiar voice said. She was sat down in a char and under a bright desk lamp. "Are you sure? He doesn't seem to like you very much." Another snobby voice said, her voice seeming to be so innocent and light. Isn't it funny how those kinds of people can also deceive you? "Well, he's not as air headed as most guys! He won't just fall on his knees and kiss my feet, if that's what you were thinking." Stella retorted. Back at their underground hideout, the Xzard sisters were having a discussion. "Funny, I thought you were good at making guys do that. Maybe I should take your place and-" "Maybe not. I said I'll do the mission. It's not too hard for even ME to handle, is it?" Stella cut her other older sister off. "Hopefully not. Get it together, Stella. It's a simple matter. Girls, as for the rest of us, we will observe the boy and lie in wait. Got it?" The second-leading sister said, ending the other three's squabbles. The other two in the room were relaxed and in some other corner. "Got it?" She repeated, making sure the lazy three trio heard. "Hai." They responded.

"Please, Yume, let down your hands." A masculine voice said to a woman who was holding him quite tightly by the neck. "As long as we have a deal." She said, almost laughing out loud at him trying to resist. Kabaji wasn't around this time, and there was no one to protect him. He was backed up against the back wall of the tennis boys' changing room. "You just make sure that you have Shishindo-boy here every day. He's an asset to us, and you nor anybody else won't be able to stop us." She stated, her razor like claws dangerously close to his face. "Ayana-san, don't be like this. Please. Ore-sama will agree to anything you want him to do. Just don't threaten Ore-sama or his boys again. Ok?" He said, trying not to tick her off. He looked sincerely into his fiance's eyes. "I can't keep that promise, Atobe. I'm sorry for holding you like that, though." She said, now appearing guilty as she released him. Pay attention to the "Appearing" part. She was, after all saying that to get on his good side. He nodded to her. The eldest of the Xzard sisters, Yume Ayana was bound to an arranged marriage to Atobe by her and her sisters rich parents. She was the only one out of her group that thought that their littlest sister, Hajime Ayana, who was currently enrolled in Seishun Gakuen college, should not take part in their schemes and crimes. She had told the younger ones that Hajime didn't need to be involved in it lest she be caught in it for the rest of her life, like the rest of her sisters. She was the only one that had freedom out of it. Getting back to the story, Atobe once again tightened his tie. She's too dangerous for ore-sama... Atobe thought fearfully to himself. But then he quickly reminded himself of why he started to get used to the marriage thing, why he was ok with it, why he started to accept her. Yume slid down to the floor and began to tear up. He immediately kneeled to her side. "Do not worry, my Yume. This will all be over soon and none of this will ever again be necessary." He comforted the short brown haired girl. He took his arm over one of her shoulders and hugged her. He knew exactly what he was talking about. You see, all eight of the Xzard sisters had decided to abandon their parents and leave the household because of all the stubborn and mean and selfish way their parents had treated them. Enough was enough. They started their own gang and lived on the streets and underground in pure poverty, besides the riches that they got from gang involvement and stealing that never seemed to last one day. Atobe promised himself that one day, he would house them all and shield them... Besides Yume, they were like sisters and daughters to him. They were forced to continue life as criminals so they could just pass on with life. That thought made him very sad. It made him very sad indeed. He stood up with her and genuinely grasped her hand. For once that day and night, she didn't have to fake a smile. "Ja, Ikuyo." He said, firmly leading her back to the limo that waited for them at the front gates of the school, now that his after school tennis paperwork for the team was done.